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A one-way admission in your hands

About two minutes to make a decision of relatively little importance

Milestones of Extinction, Silent and impatient, choked by Solomon’s Seal and the False Lilly of the Valley

Where even the Earth rejects its roots

Spewing up past lives, cannibalized for New and Strange Necessity

In a spectral forest: A fevered rhizome beneath a force charnel house

Ruled by Sextons of the Black See

That tower above with moss-covered limbs

Sticky with resin and blood to provoke a standing reserve

Steadfast in Fascination.

Jukai and the rhythm of pain

Burrowed deeper, the parasitic brain

Ritual established; heritage maintained

Once the Rites have been observed, there’s no walking out again.

Strangled

And the tents go on forever

There are many forests to keep a body safe

In quadrants and compartments of forgotten vales

There’s real country dark in the shadow of the Peak.

The Great Gloom swallowing

Those refused by the Sun

Their endless wandering

Whispers “Fallen: undone”

- Oh my Gosh! –

Half devoured, the cold hand of Necessity pushing forward

While Venus burning overhead gazes on, a most violent giver of beauty

Who forgives no one nothing, without having a past

A false imprint of a death spiral in granite lay

The gyrations of lust in a worn typeface are dispatched and extinguished.

On the Right, tied up with Guilt, another white flag

Lies lifeless in a splinter of daylight

This is the Horizon of the Athlete

Where bodies come and go: between and becoming

For the Silence of the Trees.